#familial - Hello Poetry

my mother hates me my father blames me for my mothers hatred. please they think they can hide it but I am no longer twelve years old wondering why my mother doesn't look up at me when I talk to her no, I'm no longer twelve years old wondering why i am yelled at a double or triple or quadruple rate of my older sister I'm no longer a naive twelve year old thinking my parents kept the poems i wrote for them when i couldn't find them? you ask well of course the wind picked them up gently like a mother to her child (exceptions, of course) and carried them to a better home someone will love my art if not you, there are desperados yearning for a poem that is love in the purest form i no longer have the pure love of a twelve year old i see cracks on the wall that is my mother and father some are my fault they don't see mine, i filled them in with plaster they are almost all from my parents don't get me wrong, everything is emotional my parents don't hurt my physical self they think of themselves too positively for that i am no longer a twelve year old grateful that my situation wasn't worse if i am honest, at a young age i believed myself to be in the greatest home in the world a place of pure love and compassion a family that cares more than God i am still grateful but, the eyes of sixteen don't see it the same way

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Jul 19, 2025

Jul 19, 2025 at 5:43 PM UTC

snapdrag_n

eyes of sixteen

my mother hates me my father blames me for my mothers hatred. please they think they can hide it but I am no longer twelve years old wondering why my mother doesn't look up at me when I talk to her no, I'm no longer twelve years old wondering why i am yelled at a double or triple or quadruple rate of my older sister I'm no longer a naive twelve year old thinking my parents kept the poems i wrote for them when i couldn't find them? you ask well of course the wind picked them up gently like a mother to her child (exceptions, of course) and carried them to a better home someone will love my art if not you, there are desperados yearning for a poem that is love in the purest form i no longer have the pure love of a twelve year old i see cracks on the wall that is my mother and father some are my fault they don't see mine, i filled them in with plaster they are almost all from my parents don't get me wrong, everything is emotional my parents don't hurt my physical self they think of themselves too positively for that i am no longer a twelve year old grateful that my situation wasn't worse if i am honest, at a young age i believed myself to be in the greatest home in the world a place of pure love and compassion a family that cares more than God i am still grateful but, the eyes of sixteen don't see it the same way

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Love is water: life-saving in its clarity, drowning in its obsession, home in its depths, terrifying in its unknowns, refreshing in its cool and heat, pausing in its ice, steeping in its boil, relaxing in its tranquility, overwhelming in its tidal waves.

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Jul 24, 2020

Jul 24, 2020 at 11:24 PM UTC

riley-o-halloran

Water

Love is water: life-saving in its clarity, drowning in its obsession, home in its depths, terrifying in its unknowns, refreshing in its cool and heat, pausing in its ice, steeping in its boil, relaxing in its tranquility, overwhelming in its tidal waves.

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I was told to never light a cigarette I did He died and I watched him ******* leave me, nothing to be done Lifeless and gray, drained by day, during his last week Prey to the image of the epitome of masculinity Cool, cool shades Cool, cool leather Jacket & boots What do you want to be when you grow up? One massive, tumescent lump

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Nov 2, 2017

Nov 2, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC

ZeroNine

Smoke & Mirror: "Steam Augury"

I was told to never light a cigarette I did He died and I watched him ******* leave me, nothing to be done Lifeless and gray, drained by day, during his last week Prey to the image of the epitome of masculinity Cool, cool shades Cool, cool leather Jacket & boots What do you want to be when you grow up? One massive, tumescent lump

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Sweet Winterberry Born in a womb of glaciers Fall on my tongue crisp Sweet Winterberry Feel the kiss of the sunshine As rainwashed is pure Sweet Winterberry Plucked and baked into **** pies Tendrils of warmth blossom

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Sep 10, 2017

Sep 10, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC

Lyn-Purcell

Winterberry

Sweet Winterberry Born in a womb of glaciers Fall on my tongue crisp Sweet Winterberry Feel the kiss of the sunshine As rainwashed is pure Sweet Winterberry Plucked and baked into **** pies Tendrils of warmth blossom

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Tear me apart Rip me to shreds What does it matter? Break me To shape me Into what you want me To be. You aren't the first To try And I doubt You will be The last. While I will proclaim "You cannot break me," You know fully well How broken I'm feeling. I try so hard To do right By you And all It boils down To are my flaws. You are no better Than those You judged.

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Aug 28, 2016

Aug 28, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC

LittleBirdWitch

Break me like a stallion

Tear me apart Rip me to shreds What does it matter? Break me To shape me Into what you want me To be. You aren't the first To try And I doubt You will be The last. While I will proclaim "You cannot break me," You know fully well How broken I'm feeling. I try so hard To do right By you And all It boils down To are my flaws. You are no better Than those You judged.

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I never thought I could ever feel so nervous, and so proud looking in the mirror. Sister, in some ways our resemblance is uncanny and that never makes me feel terrible. Even if we both cling to our bottles of perfume, nailpolish, and beer to remedy our despairs, I'm proud of you. I love how you don't ever leave your effervescence at home. It's contagious, and everyone eventually wants a sip. You found your beauty quite recently- but I want you to know its always been there, it began when your eyes first became those thick lashed squints from smiling too hard. You admire things, and they admire you back. I hope you won't forget that when you chase what seems to be difficult. Sister, I know there are days where you don't see what greatness you deserve, when you believe you have to be sorry for your ***** I know it because I've seen you, and I know it because I do the same. You always remind me to never apologize. And now I do you. Sister, don't let that crown fall over those smiling eyes. You are stronger than the chance you might be sad. You are finer than the fool who won't call back. You are better than the boy who should be a man. You carry troubled teenage girls over your shoulders every single day. You save them, as much as you can and give them that warmth. Don't forget to warm yourself. Because the heat travels, sister. I feel it too.

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Jan 12, 2016

Jan 12, 2016 at 3:24 PM UTC

tntcl

Sister

I never thought I could ever feel so nervous, and so proud looking in the mirror. Sister, in some ways our resemblance is uncanny and that never makes me feel terrible. Even if we both cling to our bottles of perfume, nailpolish, and beer to remedy our despairs, I'm proud of you. I love how you don't ever leave your effervescence at home. It's contagious, and everyone eventually wants a sip. You found your beauty quite recently- but I want you to know its always been there, it began when your eyes first became those thick lashed squints from smiling too hard. You admire things, and they admire you back. I hope you won't forget that when you chase what seems to be difficult. Sister, I know there are days where you don't see what greatness you deserve, when you believe you have to be sorry for your ***** I know it because I've seen you, and I know it because I do the same. You always remind me to never apologize. And now I do you. Sister, don't let that crown fall over those smiling eyes. You are stronger than the chance you might be sad. You are finer than the fool who won't call back. You are better than the boy who should be a man. You carry troubled teenage girls over your shoulders every single day. You save them, as much as you can and give them that warmth. Don't forget to warm yourself. Because the heat travels, sister. I feel it too.

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